This is for the woman on the paper
the one I keep inside my mind
so no other boy can take her
my life over to her I've signed
in my own blood
on her God's acre
I've never cursed
nor lied
nor beat or betrayed her
but I'll kill any man
who thinks he can save her.
I have the gift of gab;
an affair with the paper--
her sensuous aroma,
her curious flavor.
I do not use my wrist to stab;
I use my hand for writing--
she stands before me now,
so naked and inviting;
if it were you inside my head
you'd see it's quite a sighting.
I'll keep this going:
she can hold my attention span
I hope you'll listen as
I share the master plan:
I want to revive her,
just to touch her skin again.